HAZEL STYLES POV

He leered as he approached me, the gun in his hand aimed straight at my face. "Look at those rage-filled eyes," he grinned, flicking the gun. "I can see the obsession Julian had with you now. No wonder he wanted to keep you at his side so bad even if it meant dying," he said, then paused, his eyes roaming over my face.

My hands balled into fists, the urge to punch the smug look off his face overwhelming.

"I should have killed you that night fifteen years ago. You were like ...